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Updated: May 8, 2025
His Cousin Christopher had written to the Commander. Indeed, after the Arlington affair, quite pressingly, and once or twice had thought he heard the sound of Flight Commander Raffleton's propeller, but on each occasion had been disappointed.
Evidently her intention was to curtsy, an operation that, hampered by those trailing yards of clinging khaki, might prove so it flashed upon the Professor not only difficult but dangerous. "Allow me," said the Professor. His idea was to help Malvina out of Commander Raffleton's coat, and Malvina was preparing to assist him. Commander Raffleton was only just in time.
The Professor feared she was going to fall; and, maybe to save herself, she put up her arms about Commander Raffleton's neck, and with a strange low cry it sounded to the Professor like the cry one sometimes hears at night from some little dying creature of the woods she clung to him sobbing.
The fear may have come to Malvina that she was doomed never to be rid of Commander Raffleton's coat. "I wonder," mused the Professor, "if anyone in the village " The little serving maid flittering among the gooseberry bushes she was pretending to be gathering goose-berries caught the Professor's eye. "We will consult my chatelaine, Mrs. Muldoon," suggested the Professor.
A momentary flash of intelligence suggested to him that his were just beginning. Commander Raffleton's subconscious self it must have been that took charge of the machine. He seems, keeping a few miles inland, to have followed the line of the coast to a little south of the Hague lighthouse. Thereabouts he remembers descending for the purpose of replenishing his tank.
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